This time we exit the building without the entourage.
You still have yet to speak, and I wonder if and when you will.
Maybe your throat's been injured and you can't speak.
I wish I'd asked about the extent of your injuries.
I honestly thought that you would've been able to have told me yourself.
This version of you wasn't what I expected.
I ache for you.
No matter what changes have undoubtedly occurred in you.
I love you.
You still cling to my hand.
I wonder if you're worried that this is all a dream…
That you've not left the jungle…
That maybe, you didn't make it after all…
I really hope that's not the case.